(Rigel Cup) 4 hours to go...

OOC: Since this JP is still in progress, I moved it to the workshop and deleted some of the tags that were cluttering up the main thread. Continue! And when this "scene" is finished, feel free to post it in the lower decks!

Rigel System
Starbase 134
Main Hangar

February 2390, During the annual Rigel Cup
4 hours to Delta's run
Authors: Sera Williams, Fergus Notham, Eoghan O'Connor, T'Kara

Last time...

Fergus Notham shuffled out from the men's room looking paler than usual. He worked his way next to Sera and nervously stammered. "I shouldn't have had lunch. Why do they even let cadets do this, it's too dangerous, there should be a rule or something." He looked at Sera hopefully, thinking perhaps such a rule would in fact be implemented in the next few minutes. Fergus had always been a bundle of nerves right up to the point they were actually flying. Then for some reason, as soon as the Orca's lurched forward he was fine, as if his jumbled nerves reached a breaking point and shorted out leaving him completely calm.

And now, the continuation...

Sera couldn't help but smile at Fergus. "I think you missed a spot," she jokingly motioned toward her flightsuit under the collar bone. Fergus had, of course, not dirtied his suit but she couldn't resist. As she was about the say something else, she noticed the Blue Eagles make their grand entrance. Sera rolled her eyes and sarcastically said, "Now the party can finally start."

Holding his head, Eoghan let out a loud groan as he moved up to his flight mates. "Did anyone get the registration number of the fighter that hit me..." Rubbing his eyes, the cadet shielded his eyes as the light suddenly hit them and near blinded him. "Also can someone get someone to turn down the lighting a couple of decimals?!?"

T'Kara swore in a bizarre mixture of Kligonese and pre-Surakian Vulcan, almost scaring the life out of a group of engineers and flight techs. Someone had taken her lucky charm from her fighter again. The item in question was a small piece of duranium alloy that had been pulled from her leg after a shuttle crash. It had come within microns of severing her femoral artery. Noticing it now laying on a work table, she grabbed the nearest tech by the collar and lifting him off the deck. He struggled, but she was too strong. "This is mine." She growled at him as she retrieved her charm. Then with a smile the Klingon/Vulcan hybrid lit go of the man, who landed heavily on his ass.

Eoghan felt the pain in his head intensify as the alien's language bombarded his ears. His eyes were closed but it was difficult to miss the sound of a body hitting the ground and a grown man whimpering. "Seriously....It wouldn't kill you to be abit quieter T'Kara!"

"No, but it wouldn't be as much fun. Besides, it's not my problem that you can't handle your liquor or its effects." T'Kara replied without sympathy, as she made her way back to her fighter.

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Rigel System
Starbase 134
Main Hangar

February 2390, During the annual Rigel Cup
4 hours to Delta's run
Authors: Sera Williams, Fergus Notham, Eoghan O'Connor, T'Kara

Last time...

Fergus Notham shuffled out from the men's room looking paler than usual. He worked his way next to Sera and nervously stammered. "I shouldn't have had lunch. Why do they even let cadets do this, it's too dangerous, there should be a rule or something." He looked at Sera hopefully, thinking perhaps such a rule would in fact be implemented in the next few minutes. Fergus had always been a bundle of nerves right up to the point they were actually flying. Then for some reason, as soon as the Orca's lurched forward he was fine, as if his jumbled nerves reached a breaking point and shorted out leaving him completely calm.

And now, the continuation...

Sera couldn't help but smile at Fergus. "I think you missed a spot," she jokingly motioned toward her flightsuit under the collar bone. Fergus had, of course, not dirtied his suit but she couldn't resist. As she was about the say something else, she noticed the Blue Eagles make their grand entrance. Sera rolled her eyes and sarcastically said, "Now the party can finally start."

Holding his head, Eoghan let out a loud groan as he moved up to his flight mates. "Did anyone get the registration number of the fighter that hit me..." Rubbing his eyes, the cadet shielded his eyes as the light suddenly hit them and near blinded him. "Also can someone get someone to turn down the lighting a couple of decimals?!?"

T'Kara swore in a bizarre mixture of Kligonese and pre-Surakian Vulcan, almost scaring the life out of a group of engineers and flight techs. Someone had taken her lucky charm from her fighter again. The item in question was a small piece of duranium alloy that had been pulled from her leg after a shuttle crash. It had come within microns of severing her femoral artery. Noticing it now laying on a work table, she grabbed the nearest tech by the collar and lifting him off the deck. He struggled, but she was too strong. "This is mine." She growled at him as she retrieved her charm. Then with a smile the Klingon/Vulcan hybrid lit go of the man, who landed heavily on his ass.

Eoghan felt the pain in his head intensify as the alien's language bombarded his ears. His eyes were closed but it was difficult to miss the sound of a body hitting the ground and a grown man whimpering. "Seriously....It wouldn't kill you to be abit quieter T'Kara!"

"No, but it wouldn't be as much fun. Besides, it's not my problem that you can't handle your liquor or its effects." T'Kara replied without sympathy, as she made her way back to her fighter.

"I didn't even drink that much...." Eoghan grumbled it under his breath as he rubbed his head. The missing PADDs when we woke this morning, minus a certain Orion also, gave him his answer to what had happened but how to tell the Boss that he'd screwed up....the pilot still hadn't figured that one out yet.

"Something tells me you didn't have the synthale last night," Sera said as she lifted herself to a seated position atop some cargo containers. She jokingly patted the open spot next to her and gave a sarcastic smile as she finished, "Why don't you tell momma what happened." Sera had seen that look on Eoghan's face before, and knew that he wasn't telling her something important. You didn't get to be squad leader if you didn't know your teammates enough to know if something was bothering them.

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Rigel System
Starbase 134
Main Hangar

February 2390, During the annual Rigel Cup
4 hours to Delta's run
Authors: Sera Williams, Fergus Notham, Eoghan O'Connor, T'Kara

Last time...

Fergus Notham shuffled out from the men's room looking paler than usual. He worked his way next to Sera and nervously stammered. "I shouldn't have had lunch. Why do they even let cadets do this, it's too dangerous, there should be a rule or something." He looked at Sera hopefully, thinking perhaps such a rule would in fact be implemented in the next few minutes. Fergus had always been a bundle of nerves right up to the point they were actually flying. Then for some reason, as soon as the Orca's lurched forward he was fine, as if his jumbled nerves reached a breaking point and shorted out leaving him completely calm.

And now, the continuation...

Sera couldn't help but smile at Fergus. "I think you missed a spot," she jokingly motioned toward her flightsuit under the collar bone. Fergus had, of course, not dirtied his suit but she couldn't resist. As she was about the say something else, she noticed the Blue Eagles make their grand entrance. Sera rolled her eyes and sarcastically said, "Now the party can finally start."

Holding his head, Eoghan let out a loud groan as he moved up to his flight mates. "Did anyone get the registration number of the fighter that hit me..." Rubbing his eyes, the cadet shielded his eyes as the light suddenly hit them and near blinded him. "Also can someone get someone to turn down the lighting a couple of decimals?!?"

T'Kara swore in a bizarre mixture of Kligonese and pre-Surakian Vulcan, almost scaring the life out of a group of engineers and flight techs. Someone had taken her lucky charm from her fighter again. The item in question was a small piece of duranium alloy that had been pulled from her leg after a shuttle crash. It had come within microns of severing her femoral artery. Noticing it now laying on a work table, she grabbed the nearest tech by the collar and lifting him off the deck. He struggled, but she was too strong. "This is mine." She growled at him as she retrieved her charm. Then with a smile the Klingon/Vulcan hybrid lit go of the man, who landed heavily on his ass.

Eoghan felt the pain in his head intensify as the alien's language bombarded his ears. His eyes were closed but it was difficult to miss the sound of a body hitting the ground and a grown man whimpering. "Seriously....It wouldn't kill you to be abit quieter T'Kara!"

"No, but it wouldn't be as much fun. Besides, it's not my problem that you can't handle your liquor or its effects." T'Kara replied without sympathy, as she made her way back to her fighter.

"I didn't even drink that much...." Eoghan grumbled it under his breath as he rubbed his head. The missing PADDs when we woke this morning, minus a certain Orion also, gave him his answer to what had happened but how to tell the Boss that he'd screwed up....the pilot still hadn't figured that one out yet.

"Something tells me you didn't have the synthale last night," Sera said as she lifted herself to a seated position atop some cargo containers. She jokingly patted the open spot next to her and gave a sarcastic smile as she finished, "Why don't you tell momma what happened." Sera had seen that look on Eoghan's face before, and knew that he wasn't telling her something important. You didn't get to be squad leader if you didn't know your teammates enough to know if something was bothering them.

Eoghan tilted his head back a little as his 6 foot frame was shorter than the stack. As he listened to the bosses words, fear struck his mind as he realised she had cottened on to there being something wrong.

Trying to think quick, he moved up to sit beside her before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulled her in closer as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Why would there be anything wrong? Are you looking for excuses to get me on my own again?"

Sera gave the man a playful punch on the shoulder as she slid away from his grip. She then retorted, "Again? I wasn't aware there was a first time?"

Sera shook of her feeling that something was wrong with Eoghan, and jumped back on the ground. She gestured for her teammates to gather around as she kneeled beside her backpack. She pulled out a few PADDs and handed them to the teammates assembled, "This is our flight plan. There is one rule... guard it with your life." With a joking laugh, Sera then leaned against one of the Valkries and asked, "Any questions about our plan?"

Rigel System
Starbase 134
Main Hangar

February 2390, During the annual Rigel Cup
4 hours to Delta's run
Authors: Sera Williams, Fergus Notham, Eoghan O'Connor, T'Kara

Last time...

Fergus Notham shuffled out from the men's room looking paler than usual. He worked his way next to Sera and nervously stammered. "I shouldn't have had lunch. Why do they even let cadets do this, it's too dangerous, there should be a rule or something." He looked at Sera hopefully, thinking perhaps such a rule would in fact be implemented in the next few minutes. Fergus had always been a bundle of nerves right up to the point they were actually flying. Then for some reason, as soon as the Orca's lurched forward he was fine, as if his jumbled nerves reached a breaking point and shorted out leaving him completely calm.

And now, the continuation...

Sera couldn't help but smile at Fergus. "I think you missed a spot," she jokingly motioned toward her flightsuit under the collar bone. Fergus had, of course, not dirtied his suit but she couldn't resist. As she was about the say something else, she noticed the Blue Eagles make their grand entrance. Sera rolled her eyes and sarcastically said, "Now the party can finally start."

Holding his head, Eoghan let out a loud groan as he moved up to his flight mates. "Did anyone get the registration number of the fighter that hit me..." Rubbing his eyes, the cadet shielded his eyes as the light suddenly hit them and near blinded him. "Also can someone get someone to turn down the lighting a couple of decimals?!?"

T'Kara swore in a bizarre mixture of Kligonese and pre-Surakian Vulcan, almost scaring the life out of a group of engineers and flight techs. Someone had taken her lucky charm from her fighter again. The item in question was a small piece of duranium alloy that had been pulled from her leg after a shuttle crash. It had come within microns of severing her femoral artery. Noticing it now laying on a work table, she grabbed the nearest tech by the collar and lifting him off the deck. He struggled, but she was too strong. "This is mine." She growled at him as she retrieved her charm. Then with a smile the Klingon/Vulcan hybrid lit go of the man, who landed heavily on his ass.

Eoghan felt the pain in his head intensify as the alien's language bombarded his ears. His eyes were closed but it was difficult to miss the sound of a body hitting the ground and a grown man whimpering. "Seriously....It wouldn't kill you to be abit quieter T'Kara!"

"No, but it wouldn't be as much fun. Besides, it's not my problem that you can't handle your liquor or its effects." T'Kara replied without sympathy, as she made her way back to her fighter.

"I didn't even drink that much...." Eoghan grumbled it under his breath as he rubbed his head. The missing PADDs when we woke this morning, minus a certain Orion also, gave him his answer to what had happened but how to tell the Boss that he'd screwed up....the pilot still hadn't figured that one out yet.

"Something tells me you didn't have the synthale last night," Sera said as she lifted herself to a seated position atop some cargo containers. She jokingly patted the open spot next to her and gave a sarcastic smile as she finished, "Why don't you tell momma what happened." Sera had seen that look on Eoghan's face before, and knew that he wasn't telling her something important. You didn't get to be squad leader if you didn't know your teammates enough to know if something was bothering them.

Eoghan tilted his head back a little as his 6 foot frame was shorter than the stack. As he listened to the bosses words, fear struck his mind as he realised she had cottened on to there being something wrong.

Trying to think quick, he moved up to sit beside her before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulled her in closer as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Why would there be anything wrong? Are you looking for excuses to get me on my own again?"

Sera gave the man a playful punch on the shoulder as she slid away from his grip. She then retorted, "Again? I wasn't aware there was a first time?"

Sera shook of her feeling that something was wrong with Eoghan, and jumped back on the ground. She gestured for her teammates to gather around as she kneeled beside her backpack. She pulled out a few PADDs and handed them to the teammates assembled, "This is our flight plan. There is one rule... guard it with your life." With a joking laugh, Sera then leaned against one of the Valkries and asked, "Any questions about our plan?"

Eoghan let out a breath as he caught glimpse of the rival team across the hanger from his vantage point. Quickly hopping down to rejoin his team he wasn't certain how much longer he could keep the secret. They were going to realise that something was up at some point.

Taking the offered PADD, he studied the plan carefully before speaking up, "Who's taking which position?"

"I don't care which position I get..." T'Kara said approaching the others. "...as long as it's as far from O'Connor as possible, I don't trust a man, who can't hold his liquor."

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Rigel System
Starbase 134
Main Hangar

February 2390, During the annual Rigel Cup
4 hours to Delta's run
Authors: Sera Williams, Fergus Notham, Eoghan O'Connor, T'Kara

Last time...

Fergus Notham shuffled out from the men's room looking paler than usual. He worked his way next to Sera and nervously stammered. "I shouldn't have had lunch. Why do they even let cadets do this, it's too dangerous, there should be a rule or something." He looked at Sera hopefully, thinking perhaps such a rule would in fact be implemented in the next few minutes. Fergus had always been a bundle of nerves right up to the point they were actually flying. Then for some reason, as soon as the Orca's lurched forward he was fine, as if his jumbled nerves reached a breaking point and shorted out leaving him completely calm.

And now, the continuation...

Sera couldn't help but smile at Fergus. "I think you missed a spot," she jokingly motioned toward her flightsuit under the collar bone. Fergus had, of course, not dirtied his suit but she couldn't resist. As she was about the say something else, she noticed the Blue Eagles make their grand entrance. Sera rolled her eyes and sarcastically said, "Now the party can finally start."

Holding his head, Eoghan let out a loud groan as he moved up to his flight mates. "Did anyone get the registration number of the fighter that hit me..." Rubbing his eyes, the cadet shielded his eyes as the light suddenly hit them and near blinded him. "Also can someone get someone to turn down the lighting a couple of decimals?!?"

T'Kara swore in a bizarre mixture of Kligonese and pre-Surakian Vulcan, almost scaring the life out of a group of engineers and flight techs. Someone had taken her lucky charm from her fighter again. The item in question was a small piece of duranium alloy that had been pulled from her leg after a shuttle crash. It had come within microns of severing her femoral artery. Noticing it now laying on a work table, she grabbed the nearest tech by the collar and lifting him off the deck. He struggled, but she was too strong. "This is mine." She growled at him as she retrieved her charm. Then with a smile the Klingon/Vulcan hybrid lit go of the man, who landed heavily on his ass.

Eoghan felt the pain in his head intensify as the alien's language bombarded his ears. His eyes were closed but it was difficult to miss the sound of a body hitting the ground and a grown man whimpering. "Seriously....It wouldn't kill you to be abit quieter T'Kara!"

"No, but it wouldn't be as much fun. Besides, it's not my problem that you can't handle your liquor or its effects." T'Kara replied without sympathy, as she made her way back to her fighter.

"I didn't even drink that much...." Eoghan grumbled it under his breath as he rubbed his head. The missing PADDs when we woke this morning, minus a certain Orion also, gave him his answer to what had happened but how to tell the Boss that he'd screwed up....the pilot still hadn't figured that one out yet.

"Something tells me you didn't have the synthale last night," Sera said as she lifted herself to a seated position atop some cargo containers. She jokingly patted the open spot next to her and gave a sarcastic smile as she finished, "Why don't you tell momma what happened." Sera had seen that look on Eoghan's face before, and knew that he wasn't telling her something important. You didn't get to be squad leader if you didn't know your teammates enough to know if something was bothering them.

Eoghan tilted his head back a little as his 6 foot frame was shorter than the stack. As he listened to the bosses words, fear struck his mind as he realised she had cottened on to there being something wrong.

Trying to think quick, he moved up to sit beside her before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulled her in closer as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Why would there be anything wrong? Are you looking for excuses to get me on my own again?"

Sera gave the man a playful punch on the shoulder as she slid away from his grip. She then retorted, "Again? I wasn't aware there was a first time?"

Sera shook of her feeling that something was wrong with Eoghan, and jumped back on the ground. She gestured for her teammates to gather around as she kneeled beside her backpack. She pulled out a few PADDs and handed them to the teammates assembled, "This is our flight plan. There is one rule... guard it with your life." With a joking laugh, Sera then leaned against one of the Valkries and asked, "Any questions about our plan?"

Eoghan let out a breath as he caught glimpse of the rival team across the hanger from his vantage point. Quickly hopping down to rejoin his team he wasn't certain how much longer he could keep the secret. They were going to realise that something was up at some point.

Taking the offered PADD, he studied the plan carefully before speaking up, "Who's taking which position?"

"I don't care which position I get..." T'Kara said approaching the others. "...as long as it's as far from O'Connor as possible, I don't trust a man, who can't hold his liquor."

Rolling his eyes, Eoghan choose to ignore his supposed team mates comments as he focused on Sera. "If I didn't know how to fly and fly right I wouldn't be here. Remember that T'Kara."

T'Kara just grunted noncommittally.

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